Images on the sidewalk speak of a dream's descent Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
In your picture book I'm trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, see the art in me
Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again
And in your picture book I'm trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, see the art in me
And in your picture book I'm trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, see the art in me.
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